Your hands, your fingers, your ring

Porsche was doing his best to try to stay calm and focused. He was trying, really. A furious glance from Big proved that he was not succeeding. But what could he do?

A few days earlier, Porsche realized that he had a strange obsession with Kinn's hands. Well, that wasn't really a surprise, considering that the said hands had been roaming his body as often as possible for weeks. But for the past week or so, Porsche found himself paying more attention to them than usual. Of course, he tried not to show Kinn too much of this "obsession"; he didn't need to flatter his ego any further.

But today, he couldn't help but stare. Kinn was focused on this meeting and wasn't really paying attention to him. Porsche was bored to death and this was the perfect opportunity to feast on the view without getting caught. That was his only goal, to observe. And understand why he was so fascinated.

However, after a few minutes, his mind began to wander to more interesting things. All this was entirely because of Kinn. Half way through the meeting, something irritated Kinn and Porsche watched him grip his glass firmly, his knuckles turning almost white. He could have broken it if he hadn't contained himself and released the pressure after a few seconds... But his anger was far from over and Porsche watched him clench and unclench his fist several times, surely trying to control his emotions. It was from that moment on that Porsche could no longer hold on. The only images that flashed through his mind were those of Kinn's hands squeezing him as he had done with that glass. Around his neck, his thighs, his wrists...

But the worst part was when he started playing with the family ring. Porsche could only stare at the appendages as his mind wandered further into his memories. Kinn's fingers. Damn. Just imagining them inside him, he couldn't hold back a gasp. Fortunately for him, the lively conversation covered the noise. Porsche lowered his head to hide the slight redness in his cheeks.

What was wrong with him? Sure, there was no denying that Kinn was extremely handsome and sexy and that he wanted him as much as Kinn wanted Porsche. But usually, the most excited of the two was the mafia's son. Any gesture, any expression could make him want Porsche. Any opportunity was good for him to whisper dirty things in the bodyguard's ear, which inevitably led them into situations where clothes were no longer necessary. Porsche was obviously always up for it, but he was rarely the one to take matters into his own hands.
Yet today, as he watched Kinn's hands, he couldn't help but want to cross the room, sit on his thighs and suck on his fingers, pleading with his eyes to take him here and now.

Fuck. He was getting hard. This really wasn't the time. He shook his head, trying to chase those thoughts away. The movement drew Kinn's gaze to him and Porsche quickly looked away. If Kinn caught his gaze, he would immediately understand what was going on in his bodyguard's head. He was always reading him like an open book. Trying to hide his desire to his boyfriend was absolutely impossible. Porsche felt the incandescent glance of Kinn on him, and that didn't help him at all to calm the beginning of his erection. He risked raising his eyes and it took him barely a second to realize that it was a very bad decision.

The pupils of Kinn were black, a mixture of anger; probably because of this meeting, and desire. Desire that seemed to be present every time he was watching Porsche. He was holding his glass in his hands again, the family ring shining on his finger. Kinn noticed that Porsche seemed subjugated by it. Following his instincts, he clutched his glass tighter and slid his index finger along it; the jewel creating a slight crack. Kinn smirked as he watched Porsche's mouth open slightly, a faint gasp escaping. He brought the drink to his lips, while maintaining his gaze on the bodyguard. The latter didn't miss a single one of his gestures. He swallowed several gulps of the drink and deliberately let some drops escape at the corner of his mouth. He wiped them with his fingertip before letting his tongue make them disappear. Porsche; who had not lost a microsecond of the show, swallowed loudly and turned his gaze into his. His pupils were dilated to the maximum, proof of his excitement. Fuck. Now Kinn was as tense as his boyfriend. A whole bunch of scenarios were unfolding in his head and he couldn't wait until this meeting was finally over to reduce Porsche into a moaning and screaming mess.